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"Love of a Good Wife"
By NoobieLitWriter
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Story:
I sat on the big, comfy sofa holding the remote before me, channel surfing on a Tuesday evening, when the doorbell rang.
"Honey, can you get that?" I asked.
My wife, Wanda, walked from the kitchen to the door. She sighed loudly.
She opened the door, and loud, masculine voices disturbed my TV watching. I turned and saw three large men walk into my house. Wanda stood to the side, looking at me, arms crossed.
"What's up, Kevin?" one of the men asked with a sneer.
"Wanda, what's going on? Who are these guys?" I asked.
"They're here to fuck me, Kevin," she said.
I shook my head, confused. A tremor swept over my body. "What?"
"You heard me."
"She needs a real man, dude," said one of the three men, the muscles of his tattooed arms bulging under the sleeves of a tight black t-shirt.
I stood up, shaking in my slippers.
"Wanda, this isn't... isn't funny."
"It's no joke, Kevin," she said. "You've been neglecting me for too long. I need a good, hard pounding. I've been talking to you about it, and you won't do anything."
I tried to stand up straight and square my shoulders, but I felt my body quiver all over. My stomach turned. I held up a finger to make a point, but I couldn't hold it steady.
"Wanda, I've been a good husband and provider to you. We own this nice house thanks to me." I tried to sound strong, but my voice quaked.
"Yeah," Wanda said. "You've been a good provider, and this is a great house. But you're not a man, Kevin. And now you're going to watch as these three real men fuck the shit out of me in this big house that you've paid for. And there's nothing you can do about it."
"Let's get going, bitch," one of the men said. "Ignore him. He can watch while we fuck you."
I tried to say something in response, but he gave me a menacing look, and all I could do was flop my mouth open and shut like a fish gasping for breath out of water.
One of the big men stepped forward and put a hand on my chest.
"Have a seat and watch, Kevin," he said.
I sat, as though helpless.
I watched then, as the men tore off my wife's clothes. They did so without ceremony or romance or seduction. Their hands moved over her body with insolence. Wanda locked eyes with mine as her clothing fell to the floor, her lips curled into a half smile.
I didn't move a muscle.
Soon, Wanda stood naked in the room, and the three men, who hadn't bothered to give me their names, ran their hands over her, grabbing her, pinching her, claiming her.
And then...
And then...
They took her. They bent her over, and her hands pressed against the chest of one while another took her from behind, thick cock fished out from blue jeans and directed into the crevice between her ass cheeks until she cried out from the violation, her voice an exclamation of guttural, unmistakable joy. Wanda reveled in her defilement.
Wanda came at the same time her defiler came, crying out to the ceiling. When he was done, he grabbed her ass and pulled it in my direction, so I could see the stream of his cum flowing out of her down her leg.
By the time the second man took her, my cock was out. I stroked myself. I aimed my cock at my wife and her new lover, pushing in and out of her.
I admit it. I was turned on.
I came when they did, but I didn't stop stroking when they were done. My fingers kept running over my receding penis long after it had become small and floppy, messy with my cream, as the third man fucked my wife. I couldn't stop until he had come too, filling my wife his stranger cum load. My cock by then was tired and sore, but I was turned on more than I could have imagined, and I couldn't stop until they did.
When they were done, they let her go, and Wanda slumped to the floor, facing me, legs open. The men zipped up and left the house without saying anything.
"You know what you have to do," Wanda said, expressionless.
I did. I jumped off the sofa, onto the floor, and crawled on all fours to her, her legs open and inviting me to my task.
